MagCon imagines (request closed)

Johnson *good bye*

This is an imagine for YoureCoollBruh
I hope you like it :) sorry for the wait. I cried as I was writing this...
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Erie's POV

"Erie, what is this?" Jack asked gesturing to my recently cut wrists.

"Nothing." I pulled my sleeve down to hide the marks.

"Why?" Jack asked tears in his eyes.

"I-it was a way to escape." I said crying.

"Don't hurt yourself, please. I'm here for you now."

"Jack, but--" I was interrupted.

"No buts. I'll always be here. Don't do this again."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

That was three months ago. Before all the hate. Before all the held up emotions. Before the threats.

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror. Just looking at my reflection. On the surface I looked like any other seventeen year old going through life. I had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. If you looked deeper you could see a broken girl who could never be mended. Hot tears began rolling down my cheeks. After a while they turned black with my mascara.

I sat down against the cabinet. My vision blurred with my tears. I picked up the small silver blade and drew it across my wrist. I closed my eyes at the familiar feeling.

I am sorry, Jack... I tried, I really did. I though as I drew the blade down my wrist repeatedly watching the crimson liquid pool up and drip to the floor.

Jack's POV

"Babe, I'm home!" I called stepping through the door.

There was no response. Odd... I walked into the kitchen to find it empty. Something's wrong...

I walked into the living room to find Erie's laptop open in the couch arm. I sat by the laptop and moved the mouse. I usually don't go through her stuff, but if something was wrong this would let me know. The screen blazed to life and I saw Twitter was open. I began reading.

@y/t/n why is Jack even dating you?

@y/t/n you don't deserve Jack. He can do so much better

@y/t/n why are you even here?

I ran up the stairs after reading the last tweet, "ERIE! ERIE! BABE!" I yelled looking in all the rooms. I got to our bedroom and saw the bathroom light in. Please, please, please... be okay.

I walked over to the bathroom door. I pushed it open, afraid of what I was going to see.

I opened my eyes,!not aware that they were even closed. Erie was sitting with with her back against the cabinet. Her chest was heaving, her body shaking as she sobbed.

"Erie?"

"Jack?" She sobbed harder. "I am so sorry."

Erie's POV

"Erie, what's wrong?"

"Jack, I'm so sorry. I tried, I really did." I sobbed hiding the blade and my bloods covered wrist behind my back.

"Sorry, for what?" Jack kneeled beside me looking around, the fear evident in his blue eyes. He looked down and saw the blood on the floor.

"Jack, please you don't understand." I cried as he stood up shaking his head.

"Understand what? That you don't trust me enough to come to me for help!"

"It's not like that... I'm just scared."

"How am I supposed to believe that? Good-bye Erie."

"Jack, no please. I love you."

"Yeah, I'm not sure anymore." Jack walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him.

I sat and cried. How could he just leave? What happened to home always being there for me?

I sat back and sobbed. my vision blurred and the room began to spin. The everything was black.

•~•~•~•

I woke up in the back of an ambulence. Paramedics were surrounding me.

One of them spoke, "it's all right sweet heart. We'll be at the hospital soon."

"Jack." I croaked my throat sore.

Every gringo went black as I slipped into unconsciousness.

Jack's POV

As I drive to Gilinsky's my phone started to ring. I glanced at the screen. The number was unknown. I let it go to voicemail.

As I parked in Gilinsky's driveway I put my phone on speaker and listened to the voicemail.

"Good evening, this is a message for Jack Johnson. We have your girlfriend here in the ER. She keeps saying your name over and over---" I shut off the voice mail and sped toward the hospital.

•~•~•~•

I sat by Erie's bed and held her hand. My head was placed in the plastic covering.

"Jack?" Her weak voice asked.

I lifted my head, "Erie, I am so sorry. I left when you needed me most. I know that there are no excuses for what I've done." I was crying now.

"Shhh.... it's okay." Erie said running her hand through my hair.

"No it's not. I should've been there. I was just afraid I was going to loose you."

"It's okay. You're here now."

"I love you." I kissed the top if her hand.

"As I do you." She fell against her pillow and slept.

A/N
Hope you liked it :) as I was writing it a guy in my class looked over my shoulder and read it. He started crying... Did you cry? Let me know ;)
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